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GLEAKIKGS IN BEE CULTUKE. 



Am. 



several houses, much too shabby-looking for this 

 beautiful place. Near one of them I saw three bee- 

 hives. I can learn but little of the bees about here; 

 but about three miles away is Mr. Nellis, whom a 

 bad boy in the postoftice caused so much trouble 

 with the beekeepers; also another g-entleman of 

 whom I heard it said, that he built his house and 

 barn with money made from bees. 



Near by is an old stone farmhouse with an old 

 wood-house near it. From my cousin I learned that 

 her father once partitioned off a little room in the 

 chamber, put in some shelves and a swarm of bees. 

 When the weather was quite cold they would go in 

 and cut out honey. Sometimes it was nice and 

 white, and sometimes not. After a time the bees 

 died, " as all bees will." They used to make good 

 honey cakes from the first of the following recipes. 

 The others they do not remember to have tried. 



HONEY CAKE. 



Two teacups of honey; I'i teacups of butter, a 

 good teaspoon of saleratus dissolved in two table- 

 spoons of water. Mix soft, with flour enough to 

 roll; caraway seeds. Then roll them over a fancy 

 board. 



HARD HONEY CAKE. 



Twelv'e ounces of butter, one quart of honey, a 

 teacupful of sugar, a tablespoonful of saleratus 

 dissolved in water. Mix this cold with flour to roll 

 soft and thick. 



HONEY CAKE. 



Twelve ounces of honej', one pound of sugar, and 

 one pound of butter; a tablespoonful of saleratus, 

 and raisins halved and stoned. 



Sprakcrs, N. Y. Miss L. Williams. 



Your graphic description of tlie scenery 

 along the N". Y. C. K. R. reminds one for- 

 cibly of the landscape and scenery along the 

 side of the road when traveling by rail, Miss 

 W. It has often seemed to me tliat those 

 homes among the hills, with their many 

 beautiful springs and delightful streams, 

 must be a happy place for the children to 

 play. The temperature of Howe's Cave 

 seems to correspond exactly with that of 

 Mammoth Cave, even though it is consider- 

 ably further north. Xow, is it not true that 

 most caves, where they go far enough into 

 the earth, average pretty nearly -5o^V 



This is what I did while they all were at work: I 

 went in there where they were at work with the 

 bees, and stayed about ten minutes and got one 

 sting. I thought that was enough for me, so I left 

 the room, and about one hour afterward I got hun- 

 gry for some more honey, and I went to the door 

 and got Frank to hand mo a taste of some; and be- 

 fore I got out of the door, another bee rtung me, 

 and I tell you I got away from fhcrc in a hurry, and 

 did not go back there soon. It took Walter until 11 

 o'clock to get through with the bees. He is going 

 to transfer another hive to night. 



Rosalie Se)MEKFoifi). 

 Navasota. (irimes Co., Tex., Mar. 3, 188(). 



USING 



THE EXTRACTOR WHILE 

 TR AN SEERRIN G. 



REPORTED BY A JUVENILE. 



'ALTER got his honey - extractor about 

 three days ago. Yesterday he made a comb- 

 basket out of some wire cloth. Last 

 night he transferred a hive of bees. He 

 carried the hive into my room, and we 

 all went in to see the fun. He then tore off the 

 side of the hive. Their tempers began to rise, but 

 we used the smoker and cooled them down. He 

 cut out a piece of comb and put it in his comb-bas- 

 ket, and put it in the extractor and tried the extract- 

 or for the first time. He did not want to screw it to 

 the floor, so he and Fred tried to hold it down while 

 they extracted; but it hopped about almost as live- 

 ly as a flea. Walter took out the combs and un- 

 capped them with his razor. He declared he was 

 going to send on for your uncapping-knife. Fred 

 and Frank got the extractor up in the corner, and 

 did the extracting, and handed the combs to 

 Florence, and she fastened them in the frames. 



A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT DREAM. 



SOLAU WAX-EXTltACTOR, AND ITS ASTONISHING 

 UTILITY IN COOKERY. 



fATING mince pies and maple sugar 

 just before going to bed doesn't always 

 ' make little folks sleep very soundly. 

 So with friend Johnny ; he lies and 

 tosses in his bed; he thinks of every 

 thing, and finally his mind reverts to what 

 he has read in Gleanings, and he wonders 

 why maple sugar couldn't be boiled down 

 very cheaply in one of '' them things." Why 

 couldn't a patent evaporator be arranged so 

 that the sun would do the whole businessV 

 He wouldn't have to chop nor carry wood 

 anymore; and wouldn't that be fine? Think- 

 ing thus he goes to sleep, and " a midsum- 

 mer-night dream ■" creeps over him. Then 

 he thinks his pa and his ma are cooking 

 breakfast by the aid of old Sol, who smiles 

 pleasantly upon the scene. But there is 

 generally something a little inconsistent in 

 every dream, and Johnny's was no excep- 

 tion. You see, the sun has just poked his 

 grinning face over the mountains, and he 

 would hardly have time to get the eggs boil- 

 ing ; but that makes no difference, for it is 

 only a dream. Johnny has sent us a picture 

 which tells the remainder of the story very 

 vividly, and here it is. 



.JOHNNY'S DREAM. 



Next morning, Johnny comes down stairs 

 with eyes all blood-shot, and lids swollen. 

 He has a pain in his digestive apparatus, 

 and he thinks that boiled eggs are more sub- 

 stantial than pie and maple sugar. 



Ernest, 



